Hello all! Thank you for dropping by again, it's so nice to see you! I hope you're ready for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, nudge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
When I first head this song on the radio I thought they were singing, "Naked through the sun, naked through the rain, Caravan." I thought, "How bold. It's a tone poem about au naturel Bedouins." And then I found out years later there was no nudity in the song at all. Or Bedouins. Ha ha ha. (I like my version better.) Anyway, from 1991, this week's Babelfishing experiment is Inspiral Carpets' "Caravan" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
Rocky Soil
Saturday, Sunday.
Let's go to this lake.
We bring
just a word, they say.
Here in the rain, it's raining.
Free accidentally, push the
the duration of the contract,
home diffusion.
Each character,
here before you dig.
This is lying
when I was finished.
I have the time, I thought,
as we move forward.
Day-to-day lives,
where is the last?
Day.
It rained.
Rocky soil.
Cycle.
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